| In my home of sand outside the City of Gold
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| The winds so burning hot but my heart remains so cold
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| I need to buy myself some answers
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| But the truths already been sold
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| Well I know how to use a razor
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| Carve my initials in the light
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| Yes I know how to use a razor
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| Carve my initials in the light
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| But sometimes in the depth of the dark baby
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| I can make everything all fight
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| In my home of sand outside the City of Gold
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| Weil the winds so burning hot but my heart remains so cold
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| The shelter in your eyes, I dream about it when I die
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| Thirst for it when I cry
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| My meal of salt upon that table of stone
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| My meal of salt upon that table of stone
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| Your feast’s so sweet while I thirst here all alone
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| My home of sand outside the City of Gold
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| The wind’s so burning hot but my heart remains so cold
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| I need to buy myself some aspirin
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| But the truths already been sold |